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Times like this

Feel that I can't sit here no more
For a fear that I might just rot to the core
So send the judge and the jury in
I think that it's time for my verdict to come
Three weeks feeling more like a year
I don't know what I've been doing here
So take me out of your one horse town
Lord sure knows I can't hang around
Chorus
Said what's your name?
Where are you going?
Who's your destination tomorrow morning?
Grab hold on tight of my waist
And get up behind the wheel
Baby living in times like this who knows how we feel

Thirty years they should have figured it out
But some people lost what it was all about
The whole thing just became quite a scene
Like someone had imagined in a movie dream
So send the judge and the jury in
I think that it's time for my verdict to come
Said to scrap this whole damn place
And burn the rest the world down on the ground

Chorus